Chapter 314: Charge into the battle array alone, raid the camp, as if entering an empty space! (10K)
The Wild Hunt often appears in the North during the winter.
Last year, Ye Zhi met the Wild Hunt Knight holding the flag. At that time, he had no ability to fight back and was very afraid of the King of the Wild Hunt.
This year?
Give the pornographic book as a gift and say hello to the King of the Wild Hunt, and he will be willing to bless you.
No delay at all!
Ye Zhi took a look at the newly acquired fighting skill, the Wild Hunt Footwork.
This is a common combat skill among Wild Hunt Knights, which combines offense and defense, and can instantly distance itself from the opponent while performing a slash. The special effects are not fancy, but it is practical and extremely effective in duels.
Ye Zhi nodded with satisfaction, ordered the army to repair on the leeward slope after the blizzard receded, and asked the Frostwind Witch to re-identify the direction.
The Frostwind Witch knew the snow-capped mountains like the back of her hand and was an excellent guide, quickly establishing a new route.
"As you said, in order to avoid being discovered by the orc spies, I chose a more remote mountain road."
The Frostwind Witch said: "Fortunately, these people are riding Frostwolves. I think we can reach our destination in less than five days."
"Five days is too long." Ye Zhi frowned and said, "Speed is of the essence in war, the faster the better!"
“But if you choose a shorter route, the possibility of being discovered by the orcs’ domesticated falcons and hounds will greatly increase, and your plan will most likely fail.” The Frostwind Witch analyzed rationally.
Ye Zhi felt that what the Frostwind Witch said made sense. After weighing the pros and cons, he finally decided to take the longer route.
However, we have to start a forced march and try to cross Silver Crown Peak within three days.
"The marching music of the lyre can come in handy," Yeats thought to himself.
The army set out again.
The Frostwolves were able to move swiftly even on steep snowy slopes, and under the cover of steep snow-capped peaks, they quietly approached the orcs' rear from remote mountain roads.
Three days later.
A rare sunny day in the Jueling Mountains.
The snow-capped peaks reflected the bright sunlight, and the snow was dyed with a layer of golden glow.
From the back slope of the snow-capped mountain, a young general riding a snow leopard appeared, his red duke cloak fluttering in the wind, adding a touch of heroism to this black and white world of ice and snow.
The Frostwolf Cavalry followed closely behind. The knights were covered in snow and looked dishevelled, but they were in high spirits. Their eyes were sharp, and they still maintained an orderly formation, showing great morale.
Although they encountered blizzards and beast tides on the way over the dangerous mountains, the Duke of Honeysuckle's performance of leading by example deeply inspired every cavalryman.
Yeats used his miraculous music magic to make hundreds of monsters lose their fighting spirit with just one move, which shocked everyone.
In order to speed up the march, Yeats used his newly acquired lyre to play the spell "March Song".
While boosting morale, the Frostwolves were affected by the magic contained in the suite and sped up their pace. It took them only three days to complete the high-intensity march route.
Along the way, Yeats ate and lived with the cavalry regiment.
The Frostwind Witch wanted to ask Ye Zhi to cook something special for her, but in the end she said nothing and just chewed the chili peppers all the way.
Ye Zhi observed the Frostwind Witch all the way and didn't see any discomfort on her part. He thought, "The witch's physique is really amazing."
Amid the rolling snow-capped peaks, a golden sun is penetrating the sea of clouds, casting its rays of light over the Jueling Mountains.
Ye Zhi pulled the reins, rode the snow leopard on the top of the snowy peak, looked into the distance, and exhaled a puff of white mist.
"Finally we've climbed over Silver Crown Peak!"
The magnificent picture made Yeats stop to admire it, and his gaze gradually became determined.
"Next... we need to find the orc army's baggage train and win in one fell swoop!"
The Frostwind Witch sat sideways on the back of a white wolf, swinging her slender legs. She reached out and stroked the wolf's head. She came to Ye Zhi's side and asked, "Any news from Curling Pass?"
Relying on short messaging, Ye Zhi was able to share intelligence with Fokasse, and he murmured, "Yesterday, the orcs' vanguard arrived at the foot of the Curling Pass and began to provoke, trying to get the defenders to open the city to meet the enemy."
"But I told Phocas to hold his ground until I burned the orcs' baggage and threw the army into chaos before preparing to meet the enemy."
"According to the time, Grim Stormhammer's headquarters will reunite with the vanguard today."
Ye Zhi paused for a moment and said, "Then a siege will break out... I have left my magical pet, the Snow Owl, to guard the Curling Pass. I believe it can withstand the fierce attack of the orcs."
The combat skills of a five-ring hero are enough to break down the city walls, but it is not a wise choice to rashly waste mana or fighting spirit when you are not sure whether there is another five-ring hero in the city.
In the eyes of the orcs, it is better to let their own kind serve as cannon fodder, and then have the powerful warriors take action after finding out the strength of the defenders.
The direction of the war, in the final analysis, is determined by the extraordinary people.
However, under the premise of proper command, guaranteed leadership, and tactical cunning, low-ring fighters can rely on their military superiority to encircle and kill high-ring fighters.
Legend has it that a war broke out between the ancient Iliads and the ancient Trojans. The Trojan prince who was defending the city was the strongest six-ring master in the world, while the heroes who besieged Troy at that time were only five-ring heroes.
Relying on their numerical and military advantages, the heroes besieged Troy for more than ten years. In the end, it was thanks to the "Trojan Horse" proposed by Odysseus that they successfully broke into the city and killed the prince.
Yeats's command ability was not outstanding, and he mainly relied on leading the troops in person and boosting morale.
Phocas and Hildurde were truly talented commanders, and most of the strategies for this battle were created by them.
Yeats was responsible for making the final decision and executing it personally.
In the eyes of the Frostwind Witch, Yeats's ability to employ people and his capacity for execution are what make him worthy of respect.
“Shh—”
The Frost Wind Witch suddenly signaled Ye Zhi to be silent.
Ye Zhi was slightly startled, thinking that she had discovered the enemy. She looked around cautiously, but found nothing.
The Frostwind Witch closed her eyes and listened for a moment, then murmured:
"The vibrations of the snowy peaks and the echoes of the valleys can tell me a lot of information... The baggage train you are looking for must have many pack animals, and the footsteps of the pack animals are very different from those of the orcs..."
She opened her icy blue eyes, pointed her finger at the distance, and said firmly, "That direction, Ye Zhi, the Kodo beast caravan is over there, and there are Centaurs following the caravan... You have to be careful."
The Frostwind Witch has her own code of conduct. She only agreed to serve as Ye Zhi's guide through the snow-capped mountains, and would not participate in the fighting on the battlefield.
At this moment, she was willing to point out the direction of the baggage train, which was undoubtedly good news for Ye Zhi! Ye Zhi ordered to rest for a while, cooked, and released ravens for reconnaissance. He soon found the kodo pack caravan winding along the mountain road. The centaurs were covering the flanks of the pack caravan and guarding all around.
"Pass the order down." Ye Zhi narrowed his eyes, "Wait until night falls and set fire to the camp!"
*Curling level.
The flags on the city gate tower fluttered in the cold wind.
The white-haired old man in heavy plate armor stared at the orc vanguard camp stationed not far from the pass with a serious look.
Three days have passed since Ye Zhi led the Frostwolf Cavalry to the battle.
During this period, due to the influence of the snowstorm, Fokasse was unable to contact Yeats for a while. He was worried that it would affect morale, so he had to bury his worries in his heart.
Fortunately, only half a day later, we received the good news that Yeats had broken through the blizzard.
The young master who once looked worried because of the beast tide can now easily get through the threats of both a blizzard and a beast tide at the same time...Fokas was once again shocked by the young master's growth.
"The young master is now deep behind enemy lines."
Phocas looked at the towering Silver Crown Peaks with sharp eyes, thinking to himself: "All I have to do... is to guard this place until the young master returns triumphantly!"
"Mr. Phocas..."
A gentle call came from behind.
Phocas looked back and was slightly surprised to find that it was Princess Theresa who had come to the city wall.
Compared to a few days ago, Theresa looked a little tired, and her figure became thinner, which made her back look more upright.
Not many soldiers in the army knew Theresa's identity, and some speculated that she was the Duke's fiancée because the Duke was very caring towards her.
Under Phocas's order, all the rumors disappeared.
With Yeats' bold decentralization and Theresa's demonstrated management skills, the two combined enabled Curling Pass to distribute supplies according to demand despite a shortage of supplies, and an undisputed miraculous phenomenon occurred when bedding, food and other supplies were collected.
Theresa's status on the front line gradually rose. Whenever she appeared with her inseparable maid, she always received the sincere attention of the soldiers on the front line.
Phocas had heard from the young master that His Majesty's daughter Theresa was good at domestic affairs and had the talent to become a wise king.
Fokasi was skeptical at first, but after a few days, he was convinced. He had respect for His Highness and was impressed by the young master's keen eyesight.
Looking around, Fokasi whispered:
"Your Highness, this place is dangerous, you'd better not stay on the city wall!"
Theresa's blonde hair swayed in the cold wind. Her slightly haggard white face contained stubbornness as she whispered:
"It's okay, I just want to ask...Duke Honeysuckle, is there any news about him?"
When Theresa arrived at the curling pass, she never expected that Yeats would be so bold as to directly hand over such an important task of logistics management to her.
But she does have the corresponding talent and confidence. The more difficult the task, the more it can arouse her inner strength.
Theresa had hardly slept in the past few days, but when she heard that everyone had no objection to the distribution of supplies, she felt sincerely satisfied.
Theresa felt that she had to thank Yeats. If Yeats had not agreed to her visit, she would not have had this unforgettable experience at the Curling Pass.
There has been no news of Yeats for many days.
After weighing the pros and cons for a long time, Theresa decided to ask Fokas, and by the way... take a look at the rumored brutal orc army.
"Master, he has successfully survived the crisis and has penetrated the enemy's rear."
Fokasi looked at the Orc Vanguard Battalion that was swaggering in the distance and shouting insults in the Orc language, and said coldly:
"These barbarians are still in the dark... As long as they hold on for a few more days, they will soon meet their doom!"
Orcs have been the mortal enemies of humans and elves since ancient times.
Theresa had read in history that the ancestors of the orcs were born from an evil and ancient witchcraft in the old era. The creators of the orcs wanted to imitate the noble and beautiful elves to create a new race, but in the end they created ferocious and powerful cannibals.
That is to say, orcs are different from ancient races such as elves, dwarves, and humans. They can be said to be counterfeits, but they also have the ability to learn and create, and have the powerful force to build an empire.
Peaceful coexistence cannot exist in the orcs' dictionary.
Some races are born to fight.
The cold wind blew Teresa's golden hair. She stood on the towering wall, facing the orcs' slings and arrows, feeling a sense of fear. But soon, she raised her chin noblely, with a firm look in her eyes, like a queen inspecting the border of the empire under her rule.
"I believe in the Duke of Honeysuckle."
Theresa said firmly: "I believe he can bring this battle to a successful conclusion!"
Boom! Boom! Boom! At this moment, the sound of passionate military drums came from the ice valley far away on the horizon.
Huge battering rams were tied to the backs of the war kodo beasts, forming a formidable phalanx.
The orc main camp, which was several times larger than the vanguard camp, appeared at the end of the field of vision under the leadership of the orc chieftain Grim Stormhammer.
Phocas stretched out his hand to protect Theresa behind him, motioned Theresa to leave the city wall first, and whispered:
"Your Highness, if there is any news about the young master, I will convey it to you as soon as possible... Please leave here first."
Theresa understood that after the orc vanguard camp's challenge was futile, with the arrival of the headquarters, a more brutal siege would begin.
Staying at the city wall now would only cause trouble to others, so Theresa turned around and walked away quickly.
at the same time.
Phocas sent for Axe, saying:
"Now the orc headquarters and the vanguard camp are gathering together. It is a time of chaos. Please take my place as commander."
The taciturn Axe was startled for a moment, a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes, and he said, "What do you want to do?"
If the orcs' gathering pace is not disrupted and the siege troops are ready to go, it will cause greater casualties at Curling Pass.
As long as we can complete this plan, we can buy precious time...
The white-haired old man looked stern and spoke concisely:
"Charge!"
*Bang! Grim Stormhammer stood beside a tall wolf, his eyes bloodshot, grabbed the vanguard officer by the neck and threw him to the ground.
"You arrived a whole day earlier than me, but you didn't even cut off a human head!"
Grim's face was grim, and he said cruelly: "In this case, why not just sacrifice you to boost the morale of the warriors of my tribe!"
The vanguard officer was obviously a whole size smaller than Grimm, and he was in low spirits. He knelt on the ground with his head down and remained silent.
Fortunately, the vanguard officer, Storm Wolf Kuska, was usually quite righteous. The two orc warriors gritted their teeth and stepped forward courageously, saying, "Chief, I don't think this was Kuska's original intention."
"It's because those humans are too cowardly and are only willing to be turtles!"
"Please calm down. Once the city gate is breached, your hammer will be filled with blood!"
Grimm's scarlet eyes swept over the two people who were trying to persuade him. That calm look made the two men feel terrified, as if they were falling into an icy cave.
"In that case, you will be punished on behalf of Kuska."
Grim bared his fangs, revealing his blood-red gums, and gently patted the wolf beside him.
"roar--!!"
The fishy wind breathed out by the wolf blew on Kuska's face.
Immediately, the wolf opened its bloody mouth and pounced on the two orcs viciously!
The wailing sound echoed mournfully.
Kuska was stunned and saw that his two old friends had been eaten by the wolves.
Only the chilling chewing sound continued to echo.
There was dead silence all around.
No one in the camp dared to protest against Gleim.
Strength means everything in the Orc tribe.
Even if Grim is the most cruel tyrant in the tribe, as long as he possesses the most powerful force, countless people will be willing to serve him.
"Okay, go back to your camp."
Grim glanced at Kuska with contempt and said:
"If there is a next time, you won't be so lucky!"
Kuska left the camp in a daze, standing in the cold wind. He came to his senses belatedly, his pupils slightly dilated, as if he was facing death, and the hairs on his body stood up.
——It is better to die at the hands of your own people than to be a dog for humans!
When the thought of surrendering to the enemy came to his mind, Kuska couldn't help but think of Yeats Browndi, whom he had met in Winter Lake City.
When Kuska was following the footsteps of the Red-haired King's descendants, he unexpectedly encountered Yeats and was blackmailed by Yeats for a sword...
At first, Kuska felt ashamed of this matter and buried it deep in his heart.
And now, Kuska couldn't help but daydream, maybe, I can rely on this old relationship to swear allegiance to Yeats...
However, Ye Zhi is not the red-haired king who is willing to accept the orcs. Even if I betray Grimm, where will the future go? Kuska's expression was painful and struggling. Under the influence of Grimm's tyrannical will, his nerves were on the verge of collapse!
Suddenly, he let out a roar, turned over and rode on the tall winter wolf.
——I don't want to die, I just want to live! Submit to Grimm, follow his orders, as long as you kill humans, you can survive! Kuska's eyes were bloodshot, and in a trance, he heard the sound of the capstan turning and the city gate opening.
Hallucination?
It's not an illusion!
Kuska rubbed his eyes, then suddenly widened them with a look of surprise.
The gate of Binghu Pass opened wide and a figure rushed out.
It was actually a human knight, charging at the orc army of nearly 10,000 people alone! Not only Kuska at the front line, but almost all the orc warriors were stunned for a moment.
The human defenders on the wall and the orc warriors outside the pass were shocked, awed, and incredulous...
All eyes were focused on the flying white hair of this old knight! Fukas rode the carrot that Yezhi left at the Curling Pass, and charged into the battle array like a whirlwind! ! The warhorse showed the oppressive feeling of a king-level monster, neighing and tearing a gap in the orc phalanx. The old general's eyes were stern, blood splashed on his weathered face, and he swung the sword with one arm, knocking an orc warrior to the ground.
"Honeysuckle Family Knight, Fokas!"
Phocas roared: "Who will fight me to the death!"
"Who wants to fight me to the death?!"
The sound echoed in the orc phalanx. For a moment, the orcs, who were known for their brutality and cruelty, all stood still.
Kuska couldn't understand.
How precious it is to be alive.
This human being actually sought his own death!
Even if it's just a barely surviving life, it's better than being a lone hero! It's unreasonable, absolutely unreasonable! !
Kuska's neck flushed red. He whipped the winter wolf under his seat, scolded the orcs who were surrounding him like a tide, and roared:
"Everyone, get out of my way! I want this human's head. No one else can compete with me for the credit!"
Kuska received Grim's death order and could only escape death by merit. At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot and he rushed towards Phocas like a madman. The battle axe in his hand collided with the giant sword in Phocas's hand with a clang.
Ding! Sparks flew and metal cracked.
Kuska's pupils shrank as he looked at the Highland Great Sword in Fokas's hand and said in disbelief:
"Wait a minute...how come my sword is in your hand?!"
"Is this your sword?!"
Fokas was furious, and the golden fighting spirit in his body was stimulated to the extreme. He blocked Kuska's battle axe with his backhand and chopped it down with great force!
"This is the sword the master gave me!"
In the last moment of Kuska's life, he saw blood spurting out.
He suddenly understood everything.
The young master of Phocas... Yeats? Plop! Kuska was buried under the familiar sword, and his body fell headfirst from the back of the winter wolf into the snow.
"hiss……"
The vanguard officer died in the charge, and the only one who initiated the charge was a human knight! The orc warriors were confused and hesitant for a moment, and the encirclement that had been formed became loose again!
Phocas knew that the goal of suppressing the morale of the beastmen had been achieved.
The orc just killed seemed to be of high status. As a result, it would be difficult for the orcs to organize an effective siege today.
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After a few rounds, the precious lives of several Morning Frost Ridge soldiers were saved! "Carrot, retreat!" said Fokasi.
The radish man stood up and neighed, but was frightened by the rockets shot from a distance.
Around the camp, Orc hunters drew their bows and arrows, aiming at Fokas, and arrows rained down!
The orcs are good at hunter profession, and the rockets contain the power of explosive combat skills. Fokasi thought it was not good. The rockets penetrated the body's protective fighting spirit and landed on his back, densely packed!
"Is there any way to leave, Carrot?" Fokasi gritted his teeth.
Radish let out a long howl.
Under the shocked gaze of the orcs, the horse spread its snow-white wings, glided up, flew high, and leaped over the army!
After a moment of silence.
Uproar and shock spread among the orc army!
"This horse can actually fly?!"
"Don't let him get away!"
Glem was resting in the camp. He walked out of the tent when he heard the noise, looked up and was stunned.
"What's going on?"
"Reporting to the Chieftain... a human knight charged into the battle and killed Lord Kuska..."
Listening to the trembling report of the messenger, Glem's face gradually became gloomy, and he laughed in anger.
A human knight who was about to die of old age, riding a Pegasus, killed the vanguard officer, and now he wanted to evacuate safely? !
Staring at the knight's back in the sky, Grim raised the warhammer in his hand high, his eyes bloodshot, and roared towards the sky!
In an instant.
The clouds in the sky changed color, and a dark vortex surged under the sky, with violent thunder surging in the vortex.
Boom!
A thick pillar of lightning fell from the sky, covering Grim and his hammer.
The aura of annihilation spread all around, and the arc of thunder continued to shine on the surface of the hammer. Grimm's face was ferocious, and suddenly, he threw the hammer that flashed with blue lightning! The rare weapon, Thunder, possessed the elemental power of thunder to irrigate the weapon. If the will was not strong enough, the lightning wrapped around the hammer would cause serious injuries! In Grimm's hand, the Thunder Hammer gathered more majestic thunder, and when it was thrown out, it cut through the sky, leaving a terrifying track, reflecting the world with only blue and white!
The orcs were shocked by the power displayed by the chief.
boom!!
The thunder flew past Phocas' back, and the aftermath alone caused a deep dent in his armor, causing him to vomit a large amount of blood.
The war hammer spun in the air, drawing an arc and heading straight towards Phocas' face!
On the city wall.
A figure with flames surging in his body slammed on the ground, leaped several feet into the air, and created a surging wave of air.
Boom! Aiming at the hammer, Axe's arm surged with flames, and he punched hard in the middle, forcibly knocking back the spinning thunder hammer!
However.
Phocas had no time to rejoice.
The power of thunder contained in the war hammer suddenly exploded, blasting Ax's flaming right arm into a charred black.
No human being can endure the pain brought by thunder! The orc chieftain Grim showed a terrifying smile, looking forward to the look of fear on the face of the human in the flames when he saw his arm being charred by thunder.
However, Grimm's smile froze on his face.
While enduring the pain like the burning of hell, the human merely gave him a cold look, and his body did not even tremble in this torture!
Grimm's eyes were grim... What kind of amazing endurance is this? Or is it that this human has no sense of pain at all! Axe used his remaining intact arm to support the injured old knight, and the two of them burned their remaining fighting spirit and flew back to the Curling Pass.
Snap! Grim stretched out his huge palm and caught the flying hammer, his face livid.
They were clearly just two fourth-ring humans, one of them charged into the battle formation and killed the vanguard officer, while the other humiliated him! Raging flames burned in Grim's eyes, and he wished he could just punch through the city wall!
However, in this curling level, Grimm felt a hint of the breath of an emperor-level monster.
If his fighting spirit was exhausted first, the demon beast would have an opportunity to take advantage of him, which was definitely not what Grim wanted to see! "They actually let those two humans escape right in front of me..."
Glem just found it ridiculous, so he stretched out his hand and slowly clenched it.
The power of witchcraft surged in Grim's blood. He suppressed his surging anger and took a look at the demoralized orcs. He realized that this was not a good time to start a war. He gave the order in a hoarse voice: "Take a rest for one night. Tomorrow, we will launch the siege again..."
"Also, have the grain transport officer at the rear of the team come to see me."
Grim found an outlet to vent his feelings. He took advantage of the situation and said with a greedy red light in his eyes, "We must make Dirong and his people bleed more... We can't let our warriors fight here while the centaurs don't pay the price!"
*The night was dark and the wind was cold.
In the darkness-filled wilderness, the Centaurs held up torches and protected the Kodo beasts carrying supplies as they moved slowly forward.
Emperor Rong Leihoof is like a moving fortress, holding a huge axe in his hand and looking around vigilantly under his helmet.
Ta-ta-ta——
A Centaur herald with a bruised face returned to Dirong and whispered, "Chief, I'm back from Grim..."
Emperor Rong frowned, and said with concern:
"What's the matter with your injury?"
"This morning, Grim's army had already reached Curling Pass. When they were joining the vanguard troops, the city gate suddenly opened. A human knight charged alone and killed the vanguard officer, causing great chaos to the army."
The Centaur explained everything: "And the human knight escaped safely. Even Grim himself couldn't stop him..."
"Glem was very angry. I happened to report the grain transportation to him, and he took his anger out on me." The Centaur complained, "Chief, we are his allies, not his subordinates. Why does he treat us like this?!"
Di Rong was silent for a moment, then whispered, "I also feel that Grim has become worse and worse, and is no longer the same as before..."
When he first met Glem, he was just a brave and bold tribal warrior. Dirong admired this kind of warrior very much, and after a few visits, he became friends with him.
But after Glem ascended to the position of chief, Dirong felt that his ambition was gradually expanding, and the position of chief alone could no longer satisfy him.
Among them, there is probably a shadow of wizards...
Di Rong wanted his friend to give up his obsession, but he didn't know how to start, and felt helpless.
The hierarchy of the Centaur tribe is not as strict as that of the Orc tribe. Under the rules set by the wise Centaur ancestor, the atmosphere of the tribe is relatively inclusive.
Therefore, the herald spoke frankly and could not help but persuade: "Chief, Gleim does not regard us as friendly troops anyway. Otherwise, why don't we just give up the expedition and return to our territory like Atalia and his tribe?"
"no."
Emperor Rong's attitude was tough.
"Our ancestors said that we must keep our word. Since our tribe has decided to join the expedition, we must see it through to the end!"
Centaurs do not believe in gods, but in their ancestors.
In fact, their ancestors were already close to gods, possessing authority over death and the underworld.
Di Rong is extremely talented. Not only is he good at elemental magic, he also has in-depth research on the combat skills of the death school. He is an extraordinary person who practices both magic and martial arts.
"You're right. This is a unanimous decision after all. But the grain transportation is too slow. Sooner or later, I will be beaten by Grimm again..."
The herald sighed, returned to the flank of the team, looked at the slow-moving kodo beast, and complained:
"I really want to light a fire behind it to see if it can run faster!"
Suddenly.
A dazzling fire, along with a piercing sound, cut through the night sky.
call out--
"What's that sound?!" the messenger was surprised and confused.
Di Rong was quick-witted and swift-handed. He swung his giant axe and cut off an arrow shot at one of his people. His eyes were stern, and he quickly reacted and roared, "Enemy attack! Form a battle array!"
The Centaurs immediately responded to the call and looked around nervously.
"Chief, the mountain, look at the mountain!" the herald said in panic.
Emperor Rong's pupils contracted.
From the towering Silver Crown Peak, a large number of Frostwolves rushed down the snow slope, with humans riding on the wolves' backs, waving lances and shouting loudly. They looked like hundreds or thousands of Frostwolves cavalry!
The sudden arrival of this enemy brought great shock and panic to the Centaur troops!
"Human?!"
"Why are you here?!"
"Quick, hurry up and protect the food!"
Chaos spread among the centaur troops and kodo caravans.
Di Rong used his dark vision, and his sharp eyes penetrated the night. He saw the figure leading the cavalry and his eyes widened in disbelief.
He was a young human youth wearing a duke's robe, and his entourage held a flag with a honeysuckle emblem.
The young duke charged with a sword in hand, leading the cavalry, and suddenly appeared in the rear of the expeditionary army like a god descending from the sky!
"Duke Honeysuckle?!"
Di Rong shouted in shock as the name popped up in his mind.
In the darkness of the night, Yeats looked in the direction of the call, and saw an exceptionally tall centaur, with a grudge, shouting again: "I ask you, is it the Chosen One of Art, Yeats Bronte?"
Yeats laughed: "You have quite a good eye!"
There was a buzzing sound in Emperor Rong's mind, and a strong shock arose in his heart.
He felt that he had already taken Yeats very seriously and believed that Gleim might not be Yeats's opponent.
However, Yeats was more difficult than he imagined! Not only did he have amazing courage, but he also had a wild and unrestrained command.
They actually crossed the Silver Crown Peak, bypassed Grim's army, and descended from the sky, heading straight into the heartland! The orc expeditionary army was already short of food, and if these food and grass were damaged, the expeditionary army would inevitably fall into chaos!
Emperor Rong was filled with fear and shock, but he had already analyzed the situation.
The grain-guarding team had almost lost their will to fight and was on the verge of collapse. They were no match for the cavalry led by Yeats.
Blind resistance will only bring devastating blows to the tribe!
"Fellow tribesmen, everyone retreat!"
Di Rong shouted: "Duke Honeysuckle, don't attack my people yet, I will fight you."
"I swear by the spirits of my ancestors, if I win by chance, please let my people live. If I lose the duel, I will surrender and let you do whatever you want!"
This is actually Emperor Rong's strategy of retreating to advance.
In the worst case scenario, he could sacrifice his own life to buy time for his people to escape! The firelight reflected Ye Zhi's stern face.
He had already seen through Di Rong's thoughts.
But a trapped beast will still fight. Instead of fighting to the end with the brave and warlike Centaur, it is better to agree to a duel and minimize the casualties.
"Let your people lay down their weapons, and I will agree to duel with you!" Ye Zhi said coldly.
"What if we lay down our weapons and you kill us all?" Emperor Rong asked.
"The decision is in your hands!"
Ye Zhi used rhetoric to exert pressure: "It depends on whether you want more people in the tribe to die or live!"
A cold sweat ran down Di Rong's forehead, and he vaguely felt that there was a loophole in Ye Zhi's words.
But at this critical moment, he was no longer able to make rational judgments!
Morale has collapsed. If they resist to the end, the tribesmen will definitely die! Let the tribesmen lay down their weapons and fight with Ye Zhi. Although Ye Zhi may break his promise, there will be a glimmer of hope! Seeing Di Rong's hesitation, Ye Zhi said coldly: "I will not swear on anything. My name is the oath!"
The deafening words exploded in Di Rong's ears.
He took a deep breath, feeling somewhat desperate.
In the invisible battle of wills, I lost everything!
"Put down your weapons..." Di Rong said dejectedly.
"I think your people can't hear it." Ye Zhi said.
"My fellow tribesmen, put down your weapons!" Di Rong screamed.
Clang——
In the darkness of the night, there was the sound of weapons falling to the ground.
"Okay!" Ye Zhi nodded, "I'm not a fickle person. According to the agreement, we will fight a duel as knights!"
"Traitors!" There were still orcs in the guard team, roaring, "Thunderhoof tribe, you are all traitors!"
Emperor Rong's eyes dimmed.
After all, he was the chief of the Thunderhoof tribe and had to consider the survival of the tribe! The fire burned fiercely in the night, the kodo beasts abandoned their cargo and fled in all directions, and a large amount of baggage was reduced to ashes in the sea of fire.
The Frostwolf cavalry raided the camps, burned the baggage, and harvested the orcs who resisted one by one, as if they were in an empty land! Surrounded by the sea of fire, the Centaurs watched in fear.
Ye Zhi turned over and left the Frostwolf, holding the Swift Sword, took a stance, and gently hooked his hand towards Di Rong.
"Come, duel with me and decide your fate!" Ye Zhi said.
"You are courting death--!"
Emperor Rong was filled with resentment. He roared and swung his battle axe. Mighty thunder gathered on the battle axe. He stomped his four hooves on the ground and charged towards Ye Zhi!
The charge was so powerful that it was like a siege hammer, capable of smashing the city gate into pieces!
Ye Zhi's eyes focused, and his figure disappeared instantly, leaving a trail of black mist in its place.
Combat skill: Wild Hunt footwork!
A dazzling round of slashing attacks erupted from the black fog, hitting Di Rong's chest from a tricky angle, leaving a bloody wound and splattering blood!
Emperor Rong was also shocked by this strange footwork, but soon realized that this footwork could not be performed continuously. He swung the battle axe in his hand continuously, like a raging sea, trying to use his strength to suppress Ye Zhi's agile figure!
Squeak——
The figure of "Yeats" was split into two.
The blessing of the mist, illusion, can leave a clone in the same place, which can be very effective in a duel!
Emperor Rong was stunned, he couldn't believe that he could succeed so easily.
The next moment, a strong sense of crisis surged from behind him. He swung backwards based on his intuition and happened to block Ye Zhi's Moonlight Sword.
Buzz——
Ye Zhi suddenly changed his tactics. Six sharp arc blades surrounded his body. The arc blades seemed to have independent consciousness and kept strangling the tall Centaur!
The strongest chief of the tribe, Dirong, was suppressed to the point of being unable to breathe when facing this human.
The Centaurs could not help but feel deep despair.
"That's enough. The elemental spirits will destroy you!"
Di Rong roared, and stuck the axe handle in his hand into the ground. Cracks spread from the axe handle to all sides. Lightning surged in the cracks and suddenly rose up! Lightning beams rushed to the sky, intertwined in mid-air, forming a lightning cage! In the lightning cage, Di Rong's body was surging with thunder power, and his speed soared. The lightning that struck from time to time greatly hindered Ye Zhi's evasion route.
Seeing this, Ye Zhi simply put away the Silver Oak Sword and used the Blood King Spear instead, burning with scarlet fighting spirit, exchanging injuries with Di Rong!
Emperor Rong is unbelievable.
How can a human being cultivate two completely different fighting spirits, Moonlight and Scarlet, and control them freely?! The situation suddenly went downhill. Seeing the increasing risk of defeat, Di Rong gritted his teeth and said:
"Ancestor Spirits - please answer my prayers!"
Dark shadows rose from the cracks in the ground, forming a series of undead spirits that surrounded Emperor Rong.
Blessing of Death Hoof.
Launch a charge that carries the breath of death, and the enemy will be terrified by the vision of the undead! Ye Zhi's eyes narrowed.
The ancestor of Emperor Rong seems to have some influence in the underworld!
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(End of this chapter)